Gallente
Intaki
-7.39
Baritone Rink
Last Active:
3 months ago
Birthday:
Aug 25, 2009 (16 years old)
Next Birthday:
Aug 25, 2026 (349 days remaining)
Combat Metrics
Kills
2,135
Losses
747
Efficiency
74.1%
Danger Ratio
27.9%
ISK Metrics
ISK Killed
165.23B ISK
ISK Lost
30.75B ISK
ISK Efficiency
84.3%
ISK Balance
134.47B ISK
Solo Activity
Solo Kills
535
Solo Losses
273
Solo Kill Ratio
25.1%
Solo Efficiency
66.2%
Other Metrics
NPC Losses
29
NPC Loss Ratio
3.9
Avg. Kills/Day
0.4
Activity
Very High
Character Biography
Baritone Rink isn’t just a pilot—he’s a goddamn nightmare. The moment his name hits local chat, weaker minds dock up, praying they won’t be next. In the lawless wasteland of low sec space, where no Concord babysitters hold your hand, Baritone doesn’t just hunt—he slaughters. Gallente-born, battle-forged, and hell-bent on chaos, he lives for the thrill of tearing apart anything foolish enough to cross his path.
Out here, in the cold black, there’s no room for mercy. Baritone shows none. He’s a master of destruction, leaving wrecks in his wake and shattered egos on every gate. Solo? Small gang? Doesn’t matter. If he locks you, you’re done. Cloaked in brutal efficiency, he’s the last thing you’ll see before your ship explodes in a violent burst of fire and scrap metal.
Low sec is his playground. A place where only the ruthless survive. Baritone thrives in the chaos, where every kill brings him closer to that sweet taste of fear he craves from his enemies. His message is simple: You’re either predator or prey. And if you see him, you’re already f***ed.
The Butcher doesn’t care for excuses—just the killmail.
Run if you want. It won’t matter.
Out here, in the cold black, there’s no room for mercy. Baritone shows none. He’s a master of destruction, leaving wrecks in his wake and shattered egos on every gate. Solo? Small gang? Doesn’t matter. If he locks you, you’re done. Cloaked in brutal efficiency, he’s the last thing you’ll see before your ship explodes in a violent burst of fire and scrap metal.
Low sec is his playground. A place where only the ruthless survive. Baritone thrives in the chaos, where every kill brings him closer to that sweet taste of fear he craves from his enemies. His message is simple: You’re either predator or prey. And if you see him, you’re already f***ed.
The Butcher doesn’t care for excuses—just the killmail.
Run if you want. It won’t matter.